it’s a rare rainy day in this relentless drought, and i’m under the weather. i took ny.quil last night, and h endured an up-every-hour affair with two needy children, as i, the mouth breather, drooled on my pillow for eight solid hours.
i finally pulled an inconsolable jude into bed with me at 7 am, and i slept another two hours as she cuddled near me, watching the rain from my window, while zig and h began their morning together downstairs.
jude finally convinced me to drag my sniffly ass out of bed at 9, and since, we’ve slipped into a lazy, sunday, cyclical rhythm as a family. h has gone to bed for some uninterrupted sleep. the children are napping in shifts: ziggy then jude then ziggy again.
and so i’ve gotten to focus on my babies one at a time. jude and i watched the entire first superman movie together (superman is kind of her thing right now). we snuggled on the couch and had intermittent existential conversations: baby superman would grow up to become superman, but would he become a baby again? superman’s sun would go “boom!” and become a supernova, but then it would become a big, new sun again, right? right? right, mommy? already, she forces my hand to discuss resurrection and reincarnation, and we wonder together and shrug. then, she says, “look! superman is SO. STRONG. he’s AMAZING.” conversation over. whew.
i plopped jude into bed with h for an afternoon nap, and zig and i played cars, bounced balls, perused the illustrations in the frog and toad treasury, watched the migrating redwing blackbirds at the feeder, and rolled around on the floor together. and then he asked to nurse and nap…which brings me to now.
now, the whole house is asleep but me.
now, i sit at my dining room table, alone with a cup of a.veda tea. i’ve opened one window to let in the first fresh fall air of the year. outside, it’s nothing but loud birdsongs of relief, and a little drizzle. a stick of aloeswood incense burns, and i’m listening to my favorite pandora station: miles davis, mixed with some billie holiday and sufjan stevens. try it. you’ll like it.
oh my soul, how full you are.
there is nothing more i need than this.
happy sunday, my friends.